02-23-2021, 07:21 PM
Yanhua smiled. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever admit this aloud, but being born as Nashua’s twin could sometimes make him happier than all of his magic combined. There was something about Nash… the way he seemed tempered now that he’d been spending most of his time as the Freyr’s right limb. The older they grew, the more Yan esteemed his brother’s keen ability to command any situation; every time they were together, he found himself thanking his lucky stars that they’d stayed close. Physically, too: their proximity to one another was small for a pegasus. Yan shrugged his shoulders at the thought, and took a deep breath.
“A connection.” He exhaled, fairly sure of this assessment. “A singular, uncommon connection.” He specified, unless Nash would start to wonder why the same couldn’t be said for Yanhua’s family members.
He explained about the horse he’d met on my way into Nerine - looking for the source of the light up there, but continued the story. The stranger had been alone on the sloping cliffs so Yan approached him, thinking he’d find a friendly face or directions at least, but as soon as he’d gotten close a strange echo reflected back. It was a memory, he told Nashua, but an emotionally tied one, an echo Yan often associated with horses in close relationships. The clincher though - and at this point Yan felt his skin burning - was that Yanhua knew the mare from the stranger’s memory. He’d met her once, long ago.
Frustrated, Yan pounded a hoof into the packed earth. The interaction had been brief; in short, the younger stallion hadn’t been of much help and Yanhua left with more questions than answers.
“And that was it.” His twin muttered. “I came back home. Nothing since.” Yan finished. He listened quietly afterwards, and thought of Nash absently in the back of his mind: mostly things like Noel and his nieces, wondering if they were getting enough food. When his brother had finished, Yan asked about them. “You’re all doing well though, and your family? If they need anything, feel free to tell Noel she can band with us. My own are staying put for now.” He offered freely, knowing Amarine and Borderline wouldn’t object to the extra company.
“A connection.” He exhaled, fairly sure of this assessment. “A singular, uncommon connection.” He specified, unless Nash would start to wonder why the same couldn’t be said for Yanhua’s family members.
He explained about the horse he’d met on my way into Nerine - looking for the source of the light up there, but continued the story. The stranger had been alone on the sloping cliffs so Yan approached him, thinking he’d find a friendly face or directions at least, but as soon as he’d gotten close a strange echo reflected back. It was a memory, he told Nashua, but an emotionally tied one, an echo Yan often associated with horses in close relationships. The clincher though - and at this point Yan felt his skin burning - was that Yanhua knew the mare from the stranger’s memory. He’d met her once, long ago.
Frustrated, Yan pounded a hoof into the packed earth. The interaction had been brief; in short, the younger stallion hadn’t been of much help and Yanhua left with more questions than answers.
“And that was it.” His twin muttered. “I came back home. Nothing since.” Yan finished. He listened quietly afterwards, and thought of Nash absently in the back of his mind: mostly things like Noel and his nieces, wondering if they were getting enough food. When his brother had finished, Yan asked about them. “You’re all doing well though, and your family? If they need anything, feel free to tell Noel she can band with us. My own are staying put for now.” He offered freely, knowing Amarine and Borderline wouldn’t object to the extra company.
@[Nashua]